Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.